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“Perhaps it’s a secret admirer.”
“I guess so,” she smiles brightly, and my whole body practically signs in relief that I’ve successfully managed to dodge that bullet.
“Well, I really need to get back to work, Vi,” I say, hoping she takes the hint and gets the hell out of here without me having to resort to kicking her out.
“Sure,” she says, placing the card back in her purse, and I silently thank the Lord above for granting me mercy.
“Well,” she says, looking me up and down again before training her seductive gaze on mine, “You better get your act together, big boy, or someone’s gonna come along and steal all this away from you.” She sweeps her hands over her body, and I physically have to restrain myself from rolling my eyes.
“Whoever the guy may be, I wish you both the best, Violet,” I say with a finality that has her letting out a harrumph and storming out of the kitchen.
Her departure has me exhaling a breath I didn’t even know I was holding, and glancing over to Wyatt, I notice that his face has turned beet red in an attempt to withhold from bursting into laughter.
“This isn’t funny,” I bark at him, and he throws his head and lets his laughter roar.
“Damn, dude. I take back what I said. This is some funny shit,” he says after getting his laughter under control. “She really nailed your ass this time.”
The woman in question suddenly appears at the pass-through, looking as smug as a cat who just caught one big-ass canary.
“Ticket for table twelve,” she singsongs, handing the order over to Wyatt, then glancing at me with a knowing glint in her eyes.
“You,” I seethe.
“Me,” she retorts, then flashes me a wink that instantly squashes my anger and makes me feel like I’m melting into a puddle of goo on the floor.
Winking is something I never considered even remotely sexy. But for some reason, when Mac does it—no matter the reason—it always makes my heart pound with the ferocity of a jackhammer, sending a surge of blood to rush straight into my dick.
This girl will be the death of me.
“Mackenzie,” a familiar voice calls out, and we turn our attention to my mother standing at the counter with a large bouquet of flowers.
“Hey Elena,” Mac greets her. “What are you doing here?”
“I have a delivery for you,” my mother says, placing the vase of flowers down in front of her.
A wave of panic hits me square in the chest, and springing into action, I round the counter in a flash to get a better look through the serving window.
“Oh, wow!” Mac gushes with awe over the big bouquet of what looks like roses and other stupid shit. “Who are they from?”
“Why don’t you take a look?” my mother says, then glances my way briefly before turning her attention back to Mac.
But as Mac reaches up to pluck the card off the top, Lexi intervenes and snatches it right out of the holder.
“Hey!” Mac cries, reaching over the counter and trying to grab it from her, but Lexi bats her hand away.
“Oh my god!” Lexi croons, placing a hand on her chest. “It’s from Noah.”
My molars grind together.
For fuck’s sake.
Glancing over to the lavender haphazardly thrown in the trash, jealousy pierces me like a sharp blade. I know it was a prank. A stupid one at that. But I wanted to be the only one who gave her flowers today. That dickhead Noah is upping his game, and by the looks of it, Mac is falling for it hook, line, and sinker.
Clenching my fists, I storm back over to the stove and yank a plate off the stack. Loading it up with bacon, eggs, and hash browns and not giving a flying fuck about the presentation, I return to the serving window and slam my hand down on the bell so hard I nearly flatten the thing like a pancake.
All three women jump and look at me with wide eyes. “Order up,” I grind out while sliding the plate onto the ledge.
A hint of amusement flashes across my mother’s face, but choosing to ignore her, I fix my steely glare on Mac, who proceeds to roll her eyes, turn her back to me and continue talking to my mom.
